This is a song about "Streight outa belfast"

Thats an emcee, i blow shit outa of proportion,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

N ur her puke who use to look us fck outa d dogs plate,

Wonder when your gonna be outa town again

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Lives to be lost papers more important enforcement endorsed with outa warrant

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

Im how these other rappers outa be

We got money to go get baby

After you wrote your rap, immediately you got 3 votes outa nowhere

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

I fired my weaponstarted steppin' in the hurricanei got shot so i droppedfeelin' a burst of pain

I told you this numerous times take rapper outa your name, and maybe ill let you in the game,